A bee-hexagon suddenly falls out of our 目（複）, into the untextured 暗い. Down into the 暗い機械, where a system of levers and lights will measure its weight against an unknown standard... don't worry, this valuable hex will be certified as a-ok, useable as local currency, and with a clack the great vending 機械 will grind, and deliver whatever soda or destiny or weapon we wanted to buy... the purchase dropping with a heavy thud out of the invisible universe inside the 機械, dropping like the 月 out of the 空 onto Jacob's helmeted 頭.
